#AmericanWriters
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,
I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,